voltaire

Hey you guys, what's up? Not much here. My right wrist is better, but my left wrist is fucked. I almost cried this morning when I woke up. Goddamn. Then I went to the clinic, and was refused treatment. Rather than being pissed off about it, I chose to take my last vicodin. So, now I'm not pissed off. As a matter of fact, I don't really care about anything right now. I've tried to stay as doped up as possible, but I'm going to be out of pain pills soon. I'm not too doped up right now, but I wish I was. Fuck. I think my left wrist is actually fractured, or even broken. This really sucks. I'm going to try to go back to work on Sunday. I'm not going to be able to do any pole tricks, or hardcore floor work, but I have to work or I'm going to starve. It would be really awesome if some one showed up to support my injured ass. I give awesome table and couch dances.
I'm really bad at being an invalid. I just can't do it. I can't rest. Even if i've got a temperature of 104, I always wind up doing some kind of domestic chore, like my laundry, or something. I'm supposed to go to the hospital later today, but I really don't want to go. I'm one of those really stubborn people that won't go to the doctor even if they're on thier deathbed. I know, I know, why am I not waiting in the emergency room right now? Because it's the same borring 3 or 4 hour wait, no matter what time I choose to go.
Anyway, I'm supposed to get those pole trick pictures back today. I hope they turned out good. We'll see.
Well, I'm gonna scoot. It's deffinetly time to take more drugs. Take care all my sweeties.....xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox love -Voltaire